Chapter 02 Rebirth
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
It was Jinglian's voice.
Wu Chun was in a trance, and when he heard this familiar voice, his heart suddenly felt a little sour.
After all, he was dead. It might be a blessing to be reunited with Jinglian after death.
"Your Highness, why are you crying?" The texture of the soft silk handkerchief covering his cheek, through the thin silk handkerchief, he could still feel the warmth of the fingertips.
It turns out that people also have feelings after death.
Wu Chun tried to open his eyes.
The darkness in front of him gradually faded away, and Jinglian's face in front of him gradually became clear from blurry. A pair of eyes were filled with some worry and anxiety, and her face was reflected in her eyes.
Above Jinglian's head was a familiar water-blue bed curtain with pomegranate patterns. In
the corner of her eye, she caught another glimpse: under the peeling painted carved window lattice, stood a plain white porcelain vase with a bright red plum in it. The sunlight shone on the red plum, as if it was soaked in a layer of snow.
A charcoal basin was burning on the ground. There was a dent in the copper basin. Wuchun still remembered that this was caused by Yuli accidentally dropping the basin when she was changing the charcoal, and it hit a piece of gravel.
This...
isn't this the layout of her bedroom in Daliang Yuning Palace? !
How did she get back here? !
A hand shook in front of her eyes.
Wuchun came back to his senses.
Jinglian said worriedly, "Your Highness, what are you thinking about? You were crying in your sleep just now, maybe you were haunted by a nightmare. Fortunately, you woke up and the fever subsided, otherwise I would be guilty of a thousand deaths! Xue Shangyi is really something, knowing that you are afraid of cold, she still let you stand in the cold wind for a full hour. You left the palace to pray for the Third Prince, not for pleasure, what basis did she punish you..."
Jinglian became more and more angry, but Wuchun's heart jumped, and suddenly grabbed her hand, "Jinglian, you...you said I left the palace to pray for Shen Sui?"
"Yes, Your Highness, are you confused? A few days ago, the palace held a plum blossom viewing banquet, and you took this opportunity to leave the palace to pray for the Third Prince who was out to kill the Xiyou thieves, because the Pingshan Temple outside the palace is rumored to be the most effective temple, and the talismans obtained are also the most precious. You only hope that the Third Prince can return safely, even if there is a heavy snowfall on the road, and your clothes are soaked by the snow, you never move..." Jinglian said, and she was so distressed that she was about to cry.
Wuchun was slightly startled, and then interrupted Jinglian, "So now is... the twenty-first year of Yongqing?"
Jinglian felt strange, and while carefully looking at Wuchun, she said: "That's right."
Reborn.
She was reborn back to the first year of marrying Shen Sui. In the winter of the twenty-first year of Yongqing, it was also the sixth month of her marriage to him.
The haze in her heart quickly dissipated like morning mist under the sun. The severe pain that fell on her body could not be felt at this moment.
Fortunately, everything was still in time.
When Wu Chun gently exhaled a breath of foul air, a clamoring voice came from outside, "Your Highness, the medicine is ready!"
Yuli walked in with a bowl. Jinglian took the bowl of medicine and scolded her, "How many times have I told you that Daliang is not like Southern Xinjiang. You can't always shout and yell here. Don't be rash and lose your Highness's face!"
Yuli stuck out her tongue, "I know, I know."
Wu Chun saw the playful look of this girl, and a warm feeling rose in his heart.
In the previous life, this girl went to attract the pursuers and asked her and Jinglian to run in the opposite direction. I don't know if she survived in the end?
Probably not.
Fortunately, they are all here now.
Wu Chun drank the medicine in one gulp. The bitter taste of herbs filled his lungs, but he didn't feel it was bitter. He only felt that he had a bit more of the reality of rebirth. The medicine was also warm, much warmer than the cold wind on the Zhaotian Tower.
Jinglian handed him a candied fruit. Wu Chun paused before reaching out to take it.
Seeing Jinglian was hesitant to speak, Wuchun smiled and said, "Just say whatever you want to say." Jinglian
sobbed a little and said, "Your Highness, please don't be upset! Although the people of Xiyou are fierce, the Third Prince is not a weak person. He will definitely return safely. If not... the two of us will take you back to Southern Xinjiang. The palace will protect you, and the queen can't do anything to you. If you don't want to go back, we will find a village in the mountains in Daliang to live in. In short, you don't have to be buried with the Third Prince..."
Yuli was stunned, her mouth opened wide and round.
She could think of this series all at once!
Wu Chun was really at a loss for words. He knew that she had behaved a little strangely just now, so he helped her up. "I'm fine. I've never been upset. What's wrong with Shen Sui? If he dies, I will escape even if I risk my life."
Jing Lian stopped crying, looked at Yu Li in surprise, and whispered, "But your highness, you were not like this a few days ago..."
Some time ago, Wu Chun missed Shen Sui every night and cried. The next day, her eyes were red and swollen. She had to roll them with cooked eggs and apply powder before she could go out to see people. It was not until the plum blossom banquet that Wu Chun finally found an opportunity to sneak out of the palace and brave the heavy snow in the middle of winter to ask for a peace amulet for Shen Sui.
Even though Shen Sui never believed in gods and Buddhas and sneered at these things.
As for praying for blessings, she always preferred to believe it. She just hoped that this little wish could really protect Shen Sui from being harmed. As long as
he was safe, that was enough.
Wuchun returned to the palace just before curfew, but somehow Xue Shangyi found out about it and was caught red-handed. She was sentenced to stand for an hour and caught a cold.
Jinglian and Yuli took turns to look after Wuchun, but today, as soon as Wuchun woke up at noon, she asked what year it was; she was absent-minded when she drank the medicine, and she used to be afraid of bitterness, but now she drank it all in one breath; she even said that the Third Prince had nothing to do with her...
They were worried that the Prince had burned his brain.
Wu Chun comforted her, "I had a dream, and I didn't have a good ending in the dream, and the source of all this was because I fell in love with Shen Sui. Therefore, I thought, don't open your heart to Shen Sui anymore. I treat people like this, but I can't get any sincerity from others. Why should I do this? The sincerity in the world changes rapidly, and people's nature is even more unpredictable. I don't want to overestimate my position in other people's hearts, and I don't want to believe easily that sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity. And don't love someone you shouldn't love."
Jing Lian looked at Wu Chun and felt that she had changed a lot. The coquettishness and innocence of the princess of Southern Xinjiang in the past were hard to see in those beautiful almond eyes. Instead, there was clarity and tranquility as if all the lead was washed away, as if the whole person was like a piece of clear glass inside and out.
It's time for the girl to grow up.
But Wuchun is only sixteen now.
Although Wuchun was already a married woman, Jinglian and Yuli never regarded her as a woman. For a long time, they thought she was still the kind and innocent princess of Southern Xinjiang.
Until she died.
"I want to rest, you guys go down first."
After the two maids left, Fengchun Palace became quiet, with only the faint hissing of the charcoal fire in the charcoal basin.
Wuchun looked at the clusters of orange-red sparks that rose and quickly dissipated, and began to clear her mind.
In her previous life, she died so miserably, and she could be regarded as seeing Shen Sui's character clearly.
He was so cold as a cold pond, obsessed with power, and had no hesitation when he killed his father and brother. Being in the same room with such a person was like being in the same den with a tiger.
Wu Chun felt a little scared, and a chill rose from the soles of her feet.
Once something happened, if she stood in the way of Shen Sui, Shen Sui would definitely sacrifice her.
She was lucky to live to see Shen Sui's palace coup in her previous life.
However, after being reborn in this life, although she didn't know what would change, if she stayed with Shen Sui like in her previous life, she would probably still not have a good ending, and it was unknown whether she could live as long as in her previous life.
Therefore, she had to escape from Shen Sui, and the farther the better, preferably away from Daliang. Occasionally leaving the palace for a short time, at most she would be punished by Shang Yi, but leaving here forever was not easy.
Besides, life in the Daliang Palace was not as comfortable as in the southern border. There were too many formalities. In her previous life, she carefully catered to Shen Sui for fear of displeasing him, and even forgot what she longed for the most.
Wu Chun looked at the window with a crack. It was unknown when the white snow began to fall outside. A few flakes floated in under the slanting sunlight, shining with crystal light, fell on the ground, and quickly melted into a drop of powerless water stains.
How to escape?
Wu Chun sighed.
Counting the days, Shen Sui would have to return to the palace soon.
...
North wind and snow.
There were constant frictions between Xiyou and Daliang. This time, enemies from Xiyou were bullying the people on the border of Daliang, and the disputes continued. The Daliang Emperor Shen Yu sent Shen Sui and General Cheng Tong to suppress them.
The military token was in Cheng Tong's hand.
Everyone knew that the people of Xiyou were fierce and barbaric. If you had no combat experience, fighting them would be like having a knife hanging from your neck, which was extremely dangerous.
However, Shen Yu sent Shen Sui in the name of tempering the royal bloodline.
The horse's hooves left a series of footprints in the snow, which were soon covered by the wind and snow.
The horse pulled the wooden sedan and stopped in front of a gate, with a plaque of "Yuning Palace" hanging above it.
The slender fingers with distinct joints lifted the thin cloth curtain.
The curtain fluttered in the wind, and snow foam floated behind it, with two or three drops landing on the man's tall nose.
The man's face was handsome, as if it was carved with a knife. His sharp sword-like eyebrows were deep into his temples, his narrow and long phoenix eyes were pale and cold, and there was a small red mole under the end of his left eye, which added a bit of a servile meaning to this unapproachable face.
But his face was a little pale, and his lips were faintly blue.
A little eunuch stood on tiptoe, raised his elbows high, and held an umbrella for him.
"The Third Prince is back--"
The door was already open.
"Welcome, Your Highness!"
The eunuch smiled and tried to lead Shen Sui to Fengchun Palace. "Your Highness, I heard that the Queen went to Pingshan Temple in the snow to pray for you. She caught a cold when she came back and it took a while for her to recover. I have been waiting for you for a long time today. Why don't you go see the Queen first?"
Shen Sui glanced at the eunuch.
With just that one glance, the eunuch felt a chill on his back. He didn't know if he had said something wrong. He panicked for a moment. When he reacted again, his hands were empty. The snow fell on his body and made him sneeze.
Shen Sui walked towards Xuanyang Palace with an umbrella. When he was about to enter the palace, his steps suddenly stopped. He turned around and went to Fengchun Palace. When they reached the eaves, Yuli, who had been waiting outside, took the umbrella and put it away.
Shen Sui frowned slightly.
When he strode into the hall, he brought a lot of snow with him, but because of the burning charcoal inside, the warm air wrapped him up, and the snow on his cloak melted in a few steps. He
walked in and in...
still couldn't see the figure of the woman from southern Xinjiang.
Shen Sui's brows tightened even more.
It was not until he reached the couch that the person under the quilt moved, climbed up, put on a thick inner garment, stepped barefoot on the wooden floor that had been warmed by charcoal and was not cold, and bowed to him, "Welcome, Your Highness, I pay my respects to Your Highness. Your Highness has been away for a long time, and I missed you very much and was worried about you day and night. Now I am very happy to see Your Highness. Your Highness killed the bandits and returned safely. It was really great, and I admire you very much."
Her movements were proper, her tone was respectful and amiable, and her words were impeccable.
But...
everything was wrong!
If she really missed him so much, why would she wait until he was in front of her before getting off the bed? And it was clearly noon now, why was she sleeping so deeply? Moreover, there was clearly no sign of sleepiness on her face, and her eyes were wider than anyone else's. How could she look like she had just woken up?
However, Shen Sui did not get angry, but just pursed his thin lips, looking a little unhappy.
She raised her head and blinked innocently, her long and curled eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and a strand of hair flowed down her snow-white neck and fell between her collar.
Shen Sui lowered his eyes to examine her.
Indeed, her face was not as voluptuous and beautiful as many women in southern Xinjiang. Instead, it was as clear as a spring, without any embellishment, and without the need for embellishment. She was already 70% beautiful in the world, and no matter how you looked at her, she did not look like a disaster.
No matter how you looked at her, she looked like a well-behaved and docile person.
As if she could see his displeasure, she asked tentatively, "What's wrong, Your Highness?"
She smiled, her red lips curved into a beautiful arc.
"Hiss." The burning sound of the sparks in the charcoal basin suddenly became louder.
Shen Sui glanced over and saw a bright red slant between the charcoal in the charcoal basin. He looked at Fang Jian and saw the golden word "peace" between the red. It must have been embroidered with the finest embroidery thread. A
peace charm.
He then moved his eyes to Wu Chun's face, and his eyes suddenly darkened.
His bony fingers slowly lifted her small chin, his tone as cold as the wind.
"You are so brave."
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